JUST ANOTHER SHADOW OF HALLOWEEN:
On the Blood Moon eve — a night when the barrier with the spiritual plane is thinner than usual — WILSONSKY, an aspiring overlord, feels a strange call that diverts him from his missions to became the overlord. The streets of Giran are unusually silent and deserted, littered with strange boxes and jack-o'-lanterns scattered throughout all around the city — except on the crosswalks. Clearly someone understood the ways of travelers, he thought.
Driven by that mysterious calling, he pushes toward the south path from Giran, following the calling his way into the harbor, looking for answers.
Along the road, he finds more pumpkins with faces, like those that decorated the city before. With the harbor in sight, distant ships seem to vanish like mirages, as do the two figures that appear to be a pair of dwarf fishermen.He assumes they are trapped between planes, repeating the last gestures of their lives — as a shaman in close contact with spirits during all his life, such things no longer surprise him.
As stepping onto the docks, sees more of those yellow and violet boxes that had covered Giran’s plaza, yet the entire place is empty in a strange and frightening manner.. Still, he feels a heavy presence in the air — as if the area were full of unseen watchers. Till a warm windflow pushes his steps north, toward where the land rises and the dome of the Branded looms against the horizon, haloed by the scarlet moonlight.
Alone in the night, with no path marked except by the wind and the moon, the way leads the shaman up the ascent to the lost Catacombs of the Branded. swimming down the path he notices that him and the cloths were dry.
At the threshold, a small light — a portal between planes — denies him passage.That ancient foreign Gatekeeper Spirit, speaks a truth that freezes his blood and reveals the answer he had unknowingly sought all along.
- You are already dead, son of Paagrio. Just like those offspring of Marph. Your presence persists only because the Blood Moon allows it; you are just another shadow of Halloween, and you shall not pass.
The orc looked at his empty hands, trying to comprehend the sentence the guardian had just spoken. Discouraged by uknown the moment of his passing out, doubting the path as a shaman and about to turn back without knowing where to go, he notices presences around him — a pair of dwarves, the same who were fishing at the harbor. As other presences pass through him, entering the profane catacomb, he wonders — were they alive, then?
The two dwarves introduce themselves as Ozobuco and Penacho. After the dwarven formalities, sprinkled with insults that would make Paagrio himself smile, weapons appear in their massive hands. A blue light flashes, swift as lightning, outlining the shape of those weapons. The sons of Marph spit four words in unison:
- ¡LEET’sSSSs KILL THEM AAAaaAAAALLLL!.
From the depths of the forgotten catacombs, only screams of terror, agony and despair can be heard — lost beneath the Blood Moon. Those echoes were just another shadow of Halloween too.
THA END?
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OOC: Thanks for the oportunity and this fun writting event! wish u all had a happy halloween and too much hours of fun in our beloved game. i trully enjoy writting and this just encourage me to even do it in english (im argentinian, ameos). GL & GOOD DROP! <3
